Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.